sonny + kitchen counter😈
Sonny watched you cook pancakes for he and yourself as he sat atop the kitchen counter. You were in nothing but his Fordham Law sweatshirt and panties. He was only in his boxers.
“So Wonder Woman was a good movie, yeah?” He asked remembering what you two did for date night last night.
You plated the final pancakes and looked back at him, “Yeah! It was great! So much about women empowerment and badassery.”
Sonny smiled, “Yeah, and Diana.” He whistled, “She’s something else.”
You put a hand on your hip and cocked an eyebrow, “Oh?”
“Don’t get me wrong, babe. I love you to death, but that Wonder Woman. She does things to me.”
You walked the short distance between you and him, “Are you saying I don’t do things to you?” You asked suggestively as your hands began to rub up and down his thighs.
Sonny gulped, “N-No, doll, that’s not-shit.” He muttered as you palmed him through his boxers.
“What was that, Sonny?” You pulled him out of his boxers and began to pump him.
Sonny put a hand on your shoulder, “Baby, you-fuck!” He exclaimed as you lowered your mouth on him. Sonny leaned back on the counter, his arms keeping him up as he watched you bob your head up and down his length.
You then pulled him out of your mouth and licked a stripe from the base of his cock to his tip, “Think Wonder Woman can do this to ya?” Sonny shook his head, “That’s right. ‘Cause she’s a fictional character.” You pulled away and bent over on the opposite counter, “Think Wonder Woman will let you fuck her on the kitchen counter?”
Sonny hopped down from the platform, discarded his boxers, and stood behind you pumping his cock. He chuckled, “Jealous over a fictional character.” He slowly slid himself into you causing you both to moan.
“I’m the real deal, baby.”
Sonny began to thrust into you and moaned, “Yes, you are, doll.”